【正文】 ve been pushing me around I asked. Some people might say that, smiled rich dad. I would say that I just gave you a。ll have lots of friends who really like you because you were such a nice hardworking guy. You spent a life playing it safe, doing the right things. But the truth is, you let life push you into submission. Deep down you were terrified of taking risks. You really wanted to win, but the fear of losing was greater than the excitement of winning. Deep inside, you and only you will know you didn39。re that kind of person, you39。ll live life hoping for that big break that will solve all your money problems. Rich dad looked over at me to see if I was still listening. His eyes met mine. We stared at each other, streams of munication going between us through our eyes. Finally, I pulled away once I had absorbed his last message. I knew he was right. I was blaming him, and I did ask to learn. I was fighting. Rich dad continued. Or if you39。s pushing. I had no idea what he was talking about. Life pushes all of us around. Some give up. Others fight. A few learn the lesson and move on. They wele life pushing them around. To these few people, it means they need and want to learn something. They learn and move on. Most quit, and a few like you fight. Rich dad stood and shut the creaky old wooden window that needed repair. If you learn this lesson, you will grow into a w ise , wealthy and happy young man. If you don39。s lessons, you will do well. If not, life will just continue to push you around. People do two things. Some just let life push them around. O thers get angry and push bac k. But they push bac k against their boss, or their job, or their husband or wife. They do not know it39。s something I want you to learn.39。ve worked for three weeks, and you have not taught me anything, I said with a pout. Does teaching mean talking or a lecture? rich dad asked. Well, yes, I replied. That39。ve not taught you anything? asked rich dad calmly. Well, you39。ve worked for you, and you have not kept your word. You haven39。ve either f ired or they39。s really cruel. I am teaching you, rich dad said quietly. What have you taught me? Nothing! I said angrily. You haven39。m only a little boy, and I deserve to be treated better. Rich dad rocked back in his swivel chair, hands up to his chin, somewhat staring at me. It was like he was studying me. Not bad, he said. In less than a month, you sound like most of my employees. What? I asked. Not understanding what he was saying, I continued with my grievance. I thought you were going to keep your end of the bargain and teach me. Instead you want to torture me? That39。t take care of your employees. You make me wait and don39。t taught me anything. You are a crook like everyone in town thinks you are. You39。ve given up my baseball games to wor k for you. And you don39。ve worked for you. I39。re going to quit, rich dad said as he swiveled in his office chair. Well, you39。s dad said as I entered. He turned and disappeared into his little office next to a bedr oom. I looked around the room and did not see Mike anywhere. Feeling aw kward, I cautiously sat down next to the same two wome n who where there four weeks earlier. They smiled and slid across the couch to make room for me. Forty five minutes went by, and I was steaming. The two women had met with him and left thirty minutes earlier. An older gentleman was in there for twenty minutes and was also gone. The house was empty, and I sat out in his musty dark living room on a beautiful sunny Hawaiian day, waiting to talk to a chea pskate who exploited children. I could hear him rustling around the office, talking on the phone, and ignoring me. I was now ready to walk out, but for some reason I stayed. Finally, fifteen minutes later, at exactly 9 o39。clock Saturday morning, I was going through the same rickety door of Mike39。ve been set up? No, not really, but maybe. Dad will explain on Saturday. Waiting in Line on Saturday I was ready to face him and I was prepared. Even my real dad was angry with him. My real dad, the one I call the poor one, thought that my rich dad was violating child labor laws and should be investigated. My educated poor dad told me to demand what I deserve. At least 25 cents an hour. My poor dad told me that if I did not get a raise, I was to quit immediately. You don39。ll tell him .you39。s been waiting for me to get fed up? Sort of, Mike said. Dad39。s dad since that first Saturday. I39。s dad, whom I call my rich dad, owned nine of these little superettes with large parking lots. T hey were the early version of the 711 convenience stores. Little neighborhood grocery stores where people bought items such as milk, bread, butter and cigarettes. The problem was, this was Hawaii before air conditioning, and the stores could not c lose its doors because of the heat. O n tw o sides of the store, the doors had to be wide open to the road and parking lot. Every tim e a car drove by or pulled into the parking lot, dust would swirl and settle in the store. Hence, we had a job for as long as there was no air conditioning. For three weeks, Mike and I reported to Mrs. Martin and wor ked our three hours. By noon, our work was over, and she dropped three little dimes in each of our hands. Now, even at the age of 9 in the mid1950s, 30 cents was not too exciting. Comic books cost 10 cents back then, so I usually spent my money on ic books and went home. By Wednesday of the fourth week, I was ready to quit. I had agreed to wor k only because I wanted to learn to make money from Mike39。 （ 3）系統(tǒng)操作簡單，功能強(qiáng)大，易于維護(hù)。學(xué) 生的個(gè)人信息可以通過管理員對(duì)其進(jìn)行管理。 （ 5）利用計(jì)算機(jī)對(duì)考試成績進(jìn)行成績分布頻率曲線分析，以了解全校學(xué)生成績的整體情況，為教育行政部門、教研部門提供決策和研究的依據(jù)。 （ 3）查詢學(xué)生的基本情況、異動(dòng)情況，學(xué)生來源的流向分布，男女學(xué)生比例等統(tǒng)計(jì)。 二十五、 研究目標(biāo)、主要特色及工作進(jìn)度： 研究目標(biāo)： （ 1）建立一個(gè) B/S 層結(jié)構(gòu)的 學(xué)生 學(xué)籍管理系統(tǒng) ，實(shí)現(xiàn)管理員對(duì)學(xué)生信息的獲取、統(tǒng)計(jì)等各環(huán)節(jié)的計(jì)算機(jī)管理。 （ 5）管理員查詢功能：管理員可以通過條件選擇查詢所有信息，并進(jìn)行排序。 （ 4）刪除功能：管理員可以對(duì)數(shù)據(jù)進(jìn)行刪除操作。 （ 3